Bored out of my gourd...
Merry Christmas.
Bruno passed away this morning around 2:00. Alma called me and told me. I was half asleep and mostly drunk when she told me so when I woke up twice more after that call and didn't remember, and then when I woke up I still didn't remember until I got a txt message from Carol asking about Alma. It still hasn't hit me yet.
So much craziness has happened since I last posted. And now that Bruno is gone, it's kind of pointless to write about because it's all in the past and I think it's best to leave it there. I'll just say that due to circumstances, Alma is staying with me until we can figure out what the best option for her is.
It's weird how something can be both inevitable and a shock. Two or three weeks ago, it was guestimated that he had six months to live. I thought that was a generous estimate, having witnessed his health and knowing that he had gotten worse. In the past few weeks, I went to see him once more since he was readmitted to the hospital for the last time. I wanted to go again, but school kept me busy, and then I got sick and didn't want to spread germs. I wish I could have seen him again, but I'll take comfort in knowing that I was among the people who visited him in the hospital at all. I also take comfort in knowing that it's rare that you know when it is that you are seeing someone for the last time.
The day that Alma had to start staying with me was crazy. It was the day of my party and although things were kind of hectic, it seemed to go by in slow motion. There was a misunderstanding and when Alma called me, I thought Bruno was passing away at that moment. I was in the mall and I immediately burst into tears. I practically ran through the mall in a hurry to get to the hospital. As things turned out, I met Alma and Carol at my apartment.
It's weird to me that I cried that day and now that it's happened, I feel numb. I don't understand why since at that time, I thought it was happening. I suppose the difference is that I actually know he's gone and I'm having difficulty processing it and also because I already felt what the initial shock would be like.
Bruno was one of those people whose personality was purely positive. He was the guy that always had something good to say. He had this way of making you feel like you and him were much better friends than time might have reflected. I met him through Henry and it never failed to put a smile on my face to see him. He was eternally optimistic.
This week, we started putting together a benefit for Bruno and his family to help them out with the surmounting debt. Now it will also be a memorial. It's been a really uplifting experience so far to know how many people want to help out. I wasn't the only one with the idea to put together a benefit, which also heartens me. We're aiming for January 14th, so it's gonna be a tight fit.
I know that life is a continum and that a year doesn't necessarily compartmentalize a piece of your life, but as I've said over and over, it's been one hell of a year. With just one week left in the year, I am looking forward to closing this one out. I've had plenty of highs to go with the lows, but I feel as if I need a breather.
Bruno passed away this morning around 2:00. Alma called me and told me. I was half asleep and mostly drunk when she told me so when I woke up twice more after that call and didn't remember, and then when I woke up I still didn't remember until I got a txt message from Carol asking about Alma. It still hasn't hit me yet.
So much craziness has happened since I last posted. And now that Bruno is gone, it's kind of pointless to write about because it's all in the past and I think it's best to leave it there. I'll just say that due to circumstances, Alma is staying with me until we can figure out what the best option for her is.
It's weird how something can be both inevitable and a shock. Two or three weeks ago, it was guestimated that he had six months to live. I thought that was a generous estimate, having witnessed his health and knowing that he had gotten worse. In the past few weeks, I went to see him once more since he was readmitted to the hospital for the last time. I wanted to go again, but school kept me busy, and then I got sick and didn't want to spread germs. I wish I could have seen him again, but I'll take comfort in knowing that I was among the people who visited him in the hospital at all. I also take comfort in knowing that it's rare that you know when it is that you are seeing someone for the last time.
The day that Alma had to start staying with me was crazy. It was the day of my party and although things were kind of hectic, it seemed to go by in slow motion. There was a misunderstanding and when Alma called me, I thought Bruno was passing away at that moment. I was in the mall and I immediately burst into tears. I practically ran through the mall in a hurry to get to the hospital. As things turned out, I met Alma and Carol at my apartment.
It's weird to me that I cried that day and now that it's happened, I feel numb. I don't understand why since at that time, I thought it was happening. I suppose the difference is that I actually know he's gone and I'm having difficulty processing it and also because I already felt what the initial shock would be like.
Bruno was one of those people whose personality was purely positive. He was the guy that always had something good to say. He had this way of making you feel like you and him were much better friends than time might have reflected. I met him through Henry and it never failed to put a smile on my face to see him. He was eternally optimistic.
This week, we started putting together a benefit for Bruno and his family to help them out with the surmounting debt. Now it will also be a memorial. It's been a really uplifting experience so far to know how many people want to help out. I wasn't the only one with the idea to put together a benefit, which also heartens me. We're aiming for January 14th, so it's gonna be a tight fit.
I know that life is a continum and that a year doesn't necessarily compartmentalize a piece of your life, but as I've said over and over, it's been one hell of a year. With just one week left in the year, I am looking forward to closing this one out. I've had plenty of highs to go with the lows, but I feel as if I need a breather.